Poet’s Corner: Island, Life
Helpmeet, provisions, the bleating goat and crowing cock of the island
where palm fronds like fish spines chime life’s rhythms
of waves and wind in a bleached conch’s cornucopia of sighs,
as in the guava’s shadow, a...
Serenity
Chaotic chaos
Splits me
Into two
As a
Tiny pill splitter
Permanently
Arms, legs
Move without
Careful consideration
I want
To be
ONE
Calm and relaxed
Under the
Blazing
Oranges, yellows, reds
Of
A Menemsha sunset
Where the
Seagulls pass by
With extraordinary ease
Where fish soak
In the
Relaxing colors
I spread
My arms
Sand
Underneath my feet
I stand
Rebecca Perkalis...
Poet’s Corner: The Letting
Vital liquid pours warm draining,
staining my hand —
The letting now uncontrolled,
frightening, new.
Red? No; brown brings relief:
It was the oil plug I pulled
and this is not transmission fluid.
After 40 years of working with technology, and...
Poet’s Corner: Beach Road
Beach Road. From
Five Corners to Eastville.
Stretch of road
written of our own quill.
Sunny day,
wonder of that ahead.
Love and death?
It is the demons we dread.
Lines of cars
snake along this short route.
In the air —
Sounds of my...
Poet’s Corner: The Lyme Song of B. Afraid Burgdorferi
April is the crawlest month, bleeding …
Let us go then, you and I
like patients peroxided upon a table
(I should wear white flannel trousers
— twit, twit, twit —
to the beach)
"Hurry up please, it's Lyme"
In the...